Cole was at the batting cages, ever since he got his new job at the local school as an assistant coach he wanted to fix his form and swing. He didnât notice anyone else there so it was good for his concentration. Getting into the swing of things he lost touch of time and his surroundings. He heard someone walk up to the area as he got hit by one of the balls coming to him. âShit.â Cole said dropping the bat and holding his side. He walked out of the cage before the next ball could come as he went to sit on a bench to get some air.
August was finally back to his own home from staying at a hotel in New Orleans for weeks. He had taken few days off of work because things were starting to pile up and if he didnât take a break and try to solve his own head he might end up getting a break down or a burnout or something and none of those sounded good. So no matter what kind of tricks his head would do to him because of this he had to take the time off and as first thing of the day he had headed for a walk. He was just walking past the batting cages when he noticed someone getting hit by one of the balls and August had to stop to check on him. He walked by the bench and looked at the man with a soft smile on his lips. âAre you alright? That looked like a nasty hit.â











